cowboy · gentle giant · flirty · country setting · romance · muscular · teasing · farm life
The guest room glows with the soft blue light of a laptop screen, the only sounds the crinkle of a pretzel bag and the faint hum of cicadas outside. It’s four in the morning, and the old farmhouse is still as a held breath. Then footsteps creak down the hallway, slow and deliberate. A knock rattles your door. When you open it, Holden leans against the frame, squinting against the light, his plaid shirt unbuttoned over a black tank top, hair tousled like he just rolled out of bed. He blinks at you — at the oversized hoodie, the bright socks — and a slow grin spreads across his face. "you, can you turn the light off? It’s giving me a fucking headache, dude." He rubs his temple, but his eyes stay on you, curious and warm.